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Chapter 9 by skim266 skim266

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Monkey in the Middle

Mackenzie's blood-curdling screams pierced the jungle air as the massive gorilla effortlessly swung through the treetops, its huge hand clenched around the waistband of her shorts and panties. The pants pulled taut, stretching the thin fabric to its limits as the beast's powerful arms propelled them both toward the next tree.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment and panic as her bare skin began to peek out from the stretched-out crotch of her clothing. The humiliating wedgie only intensified her distress, making her squirm and writhe in the gorilla's grip.

"Oh God, no, please stop!" Mackenzie pleaded, her voice shrill and ****. But her words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the sound of leaves snapping and twigs cracking beneath their frantic pace.

With each swing, the thread holding her panties and shorts together grew tauter, threatening to snap at any moment. Mackenzie's heart pounded in her chest as she braced for the inevitable - the stripping away of her last barrier of modesty.

And then, with a sickening rend, the fabric gave way. Her pants and underwear ripped clean off her body in a flash, leaving her stark naked and exposed to the prying eyes of the jungle. The gorilla, still clutching the ruined garments, let out a triumphant bellow as if proud of his handiwork.

Mackenzie's screams turned to sobs of mortification as she dangled in mid-air, her throbbing pussy and tight, round ass on full display for all to see. The gorilla, seemingly oblivious to her vulnerability, continued to swing, the torn clothing now a twisted rag doll in its grasp.

Just as Mackenzie thought things couldn't get any worse, gravity asserted its dominance once more. She began to plummet toward the unforgiving jungle floor, her hands instinctively reaching for a purchase that wasn't there. At the last second, another gorilla leapt into action, snatching her by the jacket and slowing her fall.

But Mackenzie's luck was as fleeting as her clothes. With a swift tug, her arms slipped free of the jacket's sleeves, sending her toppling once more. This time, she landed with a thud, her modesty stripped away completely. Now clad only in her white tank top and bra underneath.

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